The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Secretly watching as they
Gossip about me.
The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Making up lies
To try and be popular.
The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
As I think and wonder
Why do I live
In this ruined world?
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Double Ballade Of Primitive Man poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Tulips by Sylvia Plath
- inscription on Mr. Syme’s crystal goblet by Robert Burns
- Traveling Through The Dark by William Stafford
- Olney Hymn 57: The New Convert by William Cowper
- Константин Бальмонт – Можно жить с закрытыми глазами
- Зинаида Александрова – Баиньки
- Владимир Корнилов – Отходная
- Summer poem – Alexander Pope
- Émigrés by Anna Barkova
- Ballad of the Army Carts by Tu Fu
- To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent poem – John Keats poems
- Thanksgiving for a Habitat by W H Auden
- The War Films by Sir Henry Newbolt
- Money by William Henry Davies
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).